What comes to mind when I think about faberry standing around in the snow. aka 'two dopes who totally love each other but don't know it yet - until right now'
The blonde watched as the snowflakes fluttered down from the sky clinging to the brunette's hair. She smiled at the smaller girl. She was so beautiful in the snow. The contrast of her tan skin against the white landscape, the way the tip of her nose turned a soft shade of pink. It was the first time Quinn had allowed herself to to appreciate Rachel's beauty. It was also the first time she had let herself admit to the feeling she held for the girl.
Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist and pulled her close. The blonde gave the smaller girl a gentle squeeze and sighed as she let her chin rest on top of Rachel's head. Rachel brought her hands up to rest on the blonde's clasped in front of her and turned her neck to see Quinn's face. "What are you thinking about?" Rachel asked quietly.
"You look beautiful in the snow."